Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Oh, that red, white 'n blue
And when they play "Hail to the Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves?
And when the tax man knocks on their door
Oh, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
Some folks are born
Star-spangled eyes
Oh, they send you out to war
And when Australia asks:
"How much do we get?"
Oh, they just ask for more, and more, and more, and more, and more, and...
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaires son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no CIA son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son
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Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Oh, that red, white 'n blue
And when they play "Hail to the Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves?
And when the tax man knocks on their door
Oh, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
Some folks are born
Star-spangled eyes
Oh, they send you out to war
And when Australia asks:
"How much do we get?"
Oh, they just ask for more, and more, and more, and more, and more, and...
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaires son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no CIA son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son
Oh, that red, white 'n blue
And when they play "Hail to the Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves?
And when the tax man knocks on their door
Oh, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
Some folks are born
Star-spangled eyes
Oh, they send you out to war
And when Australia asks:
"How much do we get?"
Oh, they just ask for more, and more, and more, and more, and more, and...
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaires son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no CIA son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son
Writer: John Cameron Fogerty
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC